I
suppose I oughtn't to expect you to apologize or be sorry because
you almost killed me. I suppose that's just your real nature
coming to the surface. Indians love to hurt and torture people!
I shouldn't have expected anything else of you, I suppose. I
made the mistake of treating you like a white man."
"Don't you think you're making another mistake right now?"
Grant's whole attitude changed, as well as his tone. "Aren't you
afraid to push the white man down into the dirt, and raise
up--the INDIAN?"
She cast a swift, half-frightened glance up into his face and the
eyes that glowed ominously in the moonlight.
"When people make the blunder of calling up the Indian," he went
on steadily, "they usually find that they have to deal with--the
Indian."
Evadna looked at him again, and turned slowly white before her
temper surged to the surface again.
"I didn't call up the Indian," she defended hotly; "but if the
Indian wants to deal with me according to his nature--why, let
him! But you don't ACT like other people! I don't know another
man who wouldn't have been horrified at shooting me, even such a
tiny little bit; but you don't care at all.
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